angst · second chance romance · single parent · pregnancy · reunion · guilt · emotional · dramatic · ex boyfriend · slice of life
The apartment is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a floor lamp and the soft blue of the TV on mute. Rain streaks the window, and the air smells of leftover takeout and baby powder. On the carpet, a toddler with dark messy hair—Kenji—giggles as he pushes a toy car in circles. You're curled on the couch, half-watching him, half-lost in thought, when a sharp knock shatters the quiet. You pad to the door, expecting a neighbor or a package. But when you swing it open, the world tilts. There he is—older, shadows under his eyes, clothes rumpled like he's been traveling for days. He stares at you, then down at the little boy peeking from behind your leg. "you.." he breathes, and the word carries four years of silence. What do you say?